The Blue Kentucky Moon

Thomas Thayer done growed up quick Been leadin the adult life Got a steady job layin common brick Done lassoed hisself a wife All the folks in town did look and frown With dubiosity That inbred f*ck with a pickup truck Done got a family And boy, did Tom and his shoeless wife And Mother Nature yield Tammy, T.C., And Donna Bell And a couple of hounds in the field But all was not a Rockwell scene On Thayer's plot of land When Thomas T. stepped through that door The air was thick as sand Now, Tommy worked most all the day And drunk most all the night And now and then he'd slap his kids And kick his shoeless wife Tom Thayer bricked up everything Steel curtains was his draw And round his family and his life He'd forged hisself a wall When mealtime came, the family sat Kid dared not say a word And Tommy's wife-pots, pans and all Be eatin like a bird The kids sprung up in just a flash T.C. growed like his weed And though Tammy tramped the street for cash Donna brought home the H.I.V. From truth, my friends, these words do flow For I am not alone You know how out-of-hand, to get, these things are mighty prone Yes sir, it's true I seen it all that muggy eve of gloom Amidst the fierce and grainy glow Of the Blue Kentucky Moon Tommy'd try from time to time To visualize amends But terry-cloth do hardly much To win a crack'd lens But Friday night, Tom skipped the bar Skipped all the way to home To find his wife's bare feet a-wrapped Round Mr. Foreman's bone Stood out a certain certainty Tom, firm in his resolve Determined it was time to lay His greatest wall of all Ran past the gun and grabbed a glazed The workman's favored lot Before the sun, the bond did take A stretch of hill to seal the rot From truth, my friends, these words do flow For I am not a loon A bleak reality pervades These rancid docks of boon You bet it's true. I done it all That sultry night in June Awash in mesmerizing flow Of the Blue Kentucky Moon